Wanting of Love, or a Prayer to the Moon

Ah, moonlight. Thine gentle, lingering charism.

How it drifts, and lingers upon the air.

How it enchants my eyes. Thy mesmeric rhythm. 

What light incarcerates,

with the gleam of thy full, sacred visage.

All thine children, playfully linger around thou; there mother.

Ah, moonlight... My heart is forlorn!

The rhythmic bellows of air of thy husband, the Wind.

And as I gaze upon thy halo of pure, chastity white.

Ah, how for I pray for a love!

As I come onto knee for thee.

See how such there you mock me!

Ah, moonlight! Hath thy heart any pity?

As I take for prayer. See how’eth thy abandon me?

The goddess as thou ‘art, take wing and flight.

Amongst the clouds lay your mystic castle.

Where all things dark and mystique.

Fail not to forget, thereafter, and thy men and ladies drift.

Lay waist to the oceans of black,

and seas of deepest green.

To the desert, to drive pitiless heat.

To the mountains, your sacred evergreens.

Your favorite be the North. Of all the evergreens.

And rest yea there for ever, till months passes and thy forsaken head returns.

Author's Note

Perhaps this poem doesn't make much sense. I was listening to Beethoven's moonlight sonata at jotted down everything that came into my head. It was suppose to be a tale of a girl praying to moon goddess for a husband, but the subject rather changed, and turned towards the moons actions and thoughts, and mentioning of how long darkness and light stays in the arctic north... Well, I'll leave it open for thought! (:

Reviews

[Gomer LePoet]

A very nice piece written in the old English form. This form probably delightful to romantics of the traditional style, probably diminishes the number of responses of the modern writers. I'd like to see you write this piece again, using a more modern style just to see if the readers respond. just a thought.